As far as I knew, Garran’s mother had been the last queen of Ethermore, and that had been some centuries ago. “The Unseelie queen?” “Hush.” Bernie looked around again. “I was quite young, so I don’t remember well. But many believe it was Kalista, yes.” “Yet he killed her.” I didn’t even try to hide my disbelief. “How could she be his great love?” Bernie patted my arm, her voice wistfully soft. “Love knows no bounds for mortals and has no end for faeries.”
